...Or so I'm told. Another holiday over but had a fab time. I won't bore you with details but the highlight of the trip was diving one morning and we were joined by a pod of dolphins. They came for a good nose and swam very close. It was truly amazing.
Obviously I've spent a lot of time thinking about the balloon. In so much as I'm wondering if I'll be a lot slimmer next year and wearing a whole load of new bikinis and dresses. About whether I'll manage a starter at dinner and that'll be me full. What about all the yummy cocktails that I drink - will I knock them on the head and stick to water (don't be silly... At least one or two cocktails will stay). How will diving feel with a water balloon bobbing around inside my tummy? So many questions. I'll tell you next year if any of them interest you.
The greatest thing about the holiday is that I'm not the only fat lass. There are plenty even bigger. And whilst I don't rejoice in my size it does make me feel a little better. But you want to know the weird thing? The thought of a balloon severely restricting my eating for a year seems ok with me and yet the thought of just trying to diet for 12 months instead fills me with dread. What's that all about then?
I requested the latest copy of Heart Matters magazine from the British heart foundation. It came the other day so I brought it here with me! Whilst everyone else is tucking into Grazia I'm reading all about the heart... Except it's not really. It's great! Loads of stuff about healthy eating and preventing Alzheimer's, and great recipes!! Who needs ladies monthlies? (God if that's periods not me!) In fact I've subscribed to Good Housekeeping for years. Just cancelled my membership, got a bit samey. Is that my blog? My readers have dropped massively last 2 weeks! Am I too samey or is it Facebook?? Let me know if I'm boring you. Balloons not for everyone.
Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.
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